2 years ago this week: my Valentine stood by my side when none of the Los Angeles doctors could figure out what kind of tumor I had. Then he had to move into his mother-in-law's BEDROOM in Houston for over a MONTH, juggle my divorced parents in small hospital waiting rooms, administer shots in my stomach daily, wash my hair, change my oozy knee bandages, walk me to the bathroom in the middle of the night, wheel me around the outdoor mall when I got stir crazy, and still manage to get all his work done on top of being my nurse and chauffeur for three months.
Hubby, I know I'm a pain in the ass. Thank you for loving me always. You are just TOO good. xoxo